[Verse 1] It was only in the month of last November, / That we heard the news we ever shall remember, / That the Fire King had cast his burning ember / O’er another fated city in our land; / As the woeful tiding flash’d along the wire, / At the terrible catastrophe so dire, / That Boston, beauteous city, was on fire, / And was sinking ‘neath the fiend’s relentless hand.
[Chorus 1] Fire! Fire! Was heard the cry, / In ev’ry breeze that pass’d us by, / And the world heav’d one great sigh of pity; / Strong men in anguish pray’d / Fervent pray’r to heav’n for aid, / Before the fire in ruins laid / Fair Boston’s fated city.
[Verse 2] And all thro’ the terrible commotion / The winds blew a gale from off the ocean, / Tho’ the brave firemen toil’d with all devotion, / To laugh at the efforts yet it seem’d; / And sored with its fiery tongue still higher / O’er chiney-top, steeple and spire, / Till all was one vast wave of fire, / As the light ‘round the horizon gleam’d.
[Chorus 1 repeated]
[Verse 3] But who saves a city in her panic / From the rule of the Fireking, so tyrannic, / But the brave hearted fireman and mechanic, / The best and the noblest in the land. / Far brighter than the soldier’s record gory / Are the names of those who live in song and story, / Who restore a city to her former glory, / And build her up, if possible, more grand.
[Chorus 2] For soon will no trace remain / Of all this sea of flame, / For Boston will rise again, remember! / Like Chicago from the ground, / And brave men will be found, / Who will rebuild a fairer town / Before the next November.

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